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ghostchems · 1 year

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cirice - vampire!terzo x female!reader

you are searching for inspiration at the site of a local urban legend but something beckons to you

notes: 3.5k word count, mdni! 18+! there be smut here. also wanted to make this kinda spooky kinda mysterious hehe. ao3 link.

You scribble down a few thoughts in your notebook before looking back up at the mansion in front of you. Your feet dangle as you kick them while you think, trying to go get some inspiration from your environment.

The Crowley Manor stands darkly in silence as the sun sets behind it. Not much was known about the house, other than it had stood for over a hundred years. There were plenty of rumors, ranging from satanic cult activities to being a haunted boarding house to being the site of a murder-suicide of a wealthy local family. None had ever been verified, with the history of the manor remaining a mystery that seemed to plague your small town.

The historical society had taken up the task of renovating the outside of the manor, in the hopes that they would be able to uncover some of its history. The project had been quickly abandoned once construction workers had started to refuse to come into work after a few disappearances on the job.

All of this had concerned you, of course, but it had also inspired you. You found yourself daydreaming about what took place in the manor often. You would jot down ideas almost constantly, until you found yourself here.

You had a generic story idea outlined already but actually being here, feet dangling off the stone fence where you sat, made your imagination run wild. A chill runs down your spine as you realize some time has passed. It was now completely dark, the sun having set long ago. You furrow your brow as you check your phone. You had been staring at the house for hours.

You shiver again as you start to pack your notebook and pens back into your bag. You offer the manor one last look, thinking in the back of your mind that you would be back to gain some inspiration again. The gravel crunches beneath your sneakers as you walk down the driveway to your car.

I feel your presence amongst us. You cannot hide in the darkness.

You spin around and find yourself looking back at the empty mansion. You swear you could see some kind of light coming from one of the stained glass windows. An overwhelming feeling of being watched washes over you but still, your gaze lingers a bit longer.

Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that's calling?

You could hear it this time, clear yet faint, in the back of your mind. You take another step towards the house without thinking. The voice sounds warm, almost sweet, beckoning for you to come closer. You find yourself walking up the front porch of the mansion, the gargoyles seemingly more inviting than when you had photographed them just moments ago. The front door creaks open by itself and a rush of warmth overtakes you.

I know your soul is not tainted.

The voice is louder now and you can hear the soft tickle of a piano playing. You push the door open and step inside, becoming swallowed up by the foyer. The floorboards creak beneath your feet as you carefully make your way into the room. You thought that the historical society had only worked on the exterior… but the interior looked immaculate. There are a few candle sconces that are lit, offering a soft glow as your eyes adjust. The wallpaper is completely black with an intricate gold line design that shines in the darkness.

“Even though you've been told so.”

You see a flickering light from down the hall and your breath catches in your throat. Did somebody live here? It had been abandoned for ages and you hadn’t heard about it being purchased from the historical society. You creep down the hall slowly, while a little voice in the back of your mind tells you to leave. Something wasn’t right here.

“Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that's calling?”

The singing is getting louder now, more confident. You begin to feel like whoever is singing knows that you’re here… and maybe they are serenading you? The piano tune carries down the hall, beckoning you closer.

You peak inside the doorway, eyes falling to the roaring fireplace first before trailing to the grand piano the music was coming from. A breath catches in your throat as your gaze meets the being playing the piano.

He continues to play as if he hadn’t noticed you, the dark and rich tones filling the air. The first thing you notice is the dramatic paint that decorated his face. The light from the fire highlights the white paint, while the black blends in with the darkness behind him. A few loose strands of his jet black hair shake as his head bobs along with the melody. The music starts to grow louder and louder, roaring through the room.

His eyes dart up to meet yours and it nearly takes your breath away. There is an intensity to them that you’ve never seen or felt before, the mismatched gaze seemingly staring deep inside of you. His white eye appears to be glowing while his green one was softer but icey. You feel you can’t look away from them, even if you wanted to (but you don’t want to). His eyes are so captivating that you almost feel comforted by them.

He starts to sing now, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart, I can see through the scars inside you.

I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart, I can see through the scars inside you.”

His playing starts to slow, finishing out the song on a more soft, gentle note. You feel warmth bloom in your chest and a blush rises to your cheeks as you finally dart your eyes away from his.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone lived here – I just heard the music and wandered in.” You feel a deep sense of embarrassment as you keep your eyes on the floor. “I’ll go now.”

“Are you here alone, tesorino?” His accented voice is silky smooth, his eyes scanning you up and down.

“Yes.” Your voice comes out only slightly louder than a whisper.

He chuckles darkly as he pushes himself to his feet from the piano bench, smoothing his hair back into place with a gloved hand. He looks like a man from another time judging by his outfit; his black frock coat looking immaculate, paired with a white button down, black slacks and spats over his shoes.

“Why would you come to this… wretched place alone?” He sounds amused, creeping even closer to you with a small smirk.

You start to get goosebumps as he approaches you and you start to get the feeling that you’re in some kind of danger. His gaze seems so strong, though, you have a hard time steering your eyes away from him. You feel paralyzed almost, like your feet are stuck to the floorboards.

“O-oh, um… I was just writing. This seemed like a good place to get some ideas for a spooky story.” You sound embarrassed as soon as the words leave your lips, a faint blush rising to your cheeks. “But, I definitely have to get going, so sorry to intrude.” You finally find your footing and take a step backwards out of the door frame.

“No, no, stay.” His voice sounds so powerful to you, immediately stopping you in your tracks. He reaches a hand out to you, his eyes softening as his smile grows. “Did you like my song, little lamb? I’ve been working on it for a long time.” He is absolutely oozing charm, making it nearly impossible to resist him.

Still, you are able to hesitate for a moment before you place your hand in his. Even though he is wearing gloves, you can feel the chill of his skin which sends shivers through your body. “Y-yes I did. I heard it from outside… it made me want to come in and check things out.”

“Mmm. Bene.” He purrs as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it softly without taking his eyes off of yours. You start to feel a bit hazy, the coldness that had once spread through your body fading into the most comforting warmth you have ever felt. He smiles even wider, his fangs practically shining in the light from the fireplace. “Cozy in here, is it not?”

Words have completely failed you. All you can do is nod at the man, sucking in a deep breath as your eyes start to grow heavy. He tugs you in close to him by your hand, settling his hand on your waist while the other lightly caresses your cheek. Your hand falls to his chest and your eyes widen in shock by the sudden movement.

His touch feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It scares you how much you crave it; how much you want him to keep touching you and to never stop. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest despite the overwhelming feeling of comfort that has fallen over you.

“You know… I typically take great pride in tearing intruders limb from limb.” One of his fingers drifts down your check, settling on your chin to tilt your head up. “But, typical intruders tend to be the type to come here on a dare or for some kind of attention.” He tilts his head, his duochrome eyes wandering your face. “You’re not typical, are you, little lamb?”

Before you’re able to respond, his lips meet yours, gripping your chin even tighter. His lips feel so soft and are cold to the touch. It’s a short, gentle kiss before moving to kiss your cheek, then right below your ear.

“Perhaps, I will show you some mercy, then.” His breath is hot on your ear before his mouth moves lower to your neck. You brace yourself against the wall as your heart starts to thud in your chest. Conflicting feelings run through your mind, fear and attraction mixing in a way you have never experienced before.

He peppers a few wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck then settles on one spot. You feel his tongue against your skin as he growls deeply against you, pinning you against the wall. A whimper bubbles up in your throat as you feel his sharp fangs press into your skin and your hands instinctively reach out to grab hold of his jacket.

He chuckles against you and sinks his fangs in even further, as deep as they will go. Your body lurches, burning pain shooting through you as you cry out sharply. You curl your fingers into his jacket, nails digging into it in an attempt to hold yourself steady.

Blood pools from the wound and you can feel his tongue hungrily lap at it between gasps and moans. You feel yourself start to become weak, the pain starting to fade as you begin to feel a warm sensation wafting through you. Part of you also feels a bit sad for the man; he seems so unbelievably hungry, like he hasn’t eaten in ages.

His thumb creeps up from your chin to your lips, lightly brushing over them. You part them only slightly and it slips in, pressing down on your tongue. You surprise yourself by moaning deeply at the touch, your eyes fluttering shut. He removes his fangs and drags his tongue up your neck, moving his hand to grip the back of your head.

“You are truly delectable, teserino.” He hisses into your ear.

Your mouth is still parted as he leans back to look at you, his eyes shining brightly. His hair that had looked so carefully styled has now fallen into his face. Blood is smeared across his lips, chin and cheeks. You can feel how much he wants you, how much he needs you buzzing through him.

He doesn’t waste another second, his mouth crashing against yours as he firmly grabs you by the hip. You can taste your own blood on his tongue as he kisses you hungrily, tugging harshly at your hair. A low growl rumbles up from his chest, rolling his hips against yours. You can’t resist him anymore, softly sighing as you allow yourself to get lost in his touch.

You squeak as he nips your button lip, feeling just how sharp his fangs are. He tugs on it as he breaks from the kiss, releasing his grip on your hair. His predatory expression has softened as he gazes at you, his eyes burning into yours.

“Come, agnellino.”

He extends a gloved hand to you. This feels like your last chance to turn back, to book it to your car and slam on the gas. But… the way he is looking at you like you are the only thing that matters in the entire world…

You take his hand and he squeezes it gently before leading you back into the room. The fire is roaring now, crackling loudly as he lowers himself on to the rug in front of it, pulling you into his lap in the process. His hands are immediately roaming your body, pinching and massaging, drawing soft, sharp moans from you.

You press your back against his chest as his head falls to your neck, his lips brushing against it. Panic twists in your stomach, bracing yourself for the eventual bite when you notice his hand rubbing the inside of your thigh.

“Do not be afraid.”

His breath is hot on your ear as his fingers inches closer to where you desperately want him to touch. You whine, surprising yourself, bucking your hips to meet his touch. He chuckles darkly into your ear as he gently palms your clit through your pants, a sharp breath escaping your lips.

“So very needy, little lamb.” He is taunting you, his fingers slipping into your pants and inching down your underwear. “It’s okay… I’m needy, too.” His teeth scrape against your neck as he presses a finger to your clit.

A shameless moan escapes your lip as you snake your hand behind you to run through his hair. He sucks at the base of your neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. One of his fingers slips easily inside of your wet cunt, eliciting a low groan from you.

“How long has it been since someone touched you like this, agnellino?” He purrs, another finger sliding in with ease. You try to answer but as soon as your mouth opens he curls his fingers inside you and the words catch in your throat. He starts to work his fingers in and out of you, curling them sharply to get you to make that sweet sound again while his other hand massages your breast through your shirt.

You have been reduced to a mewling puddle in his lap, your back arched against his chest as you pull lightly at his hair. For being a monster and all, you are surprised with how gentle he is with you. His mouth hangs open against your neck, feeling his fangs but he doesn’t bite you, seemingly more interested in pleasing you.

“Be a good little lamb and cum for me.” He whispers husky into your neck, slipping a third finger inside of you and curls into that spot again. You body spasms and you cry out, digging your nails into his scalp as you cum.

Your left gasping, catching your breath as he presses wet, open mouthed kisses up your neck to your ear.

“Good girl.”

He bends you over, pulling your pants and underwear off as he does, causing you to squeak. You get yourself settled, then lean your ass back to press into his crotch, feeling his hard cock brush against it. He groans and ruts against you needily. You glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his as his mouth twists into a smirk. He undoes his pants, his hard cock springing free.

“You like what you see, eh?” He presses the tip of it against your wet cunt and you can’t help but moan deeply. His hands roam your ass, pinching it before giving it a hefty thwack with the palm of his hand. “Lean back onto my cock, tesorino.”

You do as you’re told, shuddering as you stretch around him. A low growl rumbles in through his chest, bottoming out with a hiss. His hand snakes to grab you by your hair, yanking it back. You moan, eyes squeezing shut as he holds you there, his cock buried deep and your hair pulled tight.

“You follow directions so well, agnellino.” He snaps his hips viciously and you gasp sharply, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “I must warn you, I won’t be as… gentlemanly this time. Is that okey dokey, cara?”

“Ye-” You hardly get the word out before he starts to roll his hips into you hard, yanking your hair again. His thrusts are unrelenting, the sound of slapping skin filling the room as you try your best to grip onto the rug to keep yourself from being fucked across the floor.

He lets go of your hair, snarling wildly as he shoves your head to the floor, angling your hips even higher to snap into you at a deeper angle. You are a complete mess, not recognizing the shameless sounds that are pouring from your lips. You can feel yourself close to coming undone again, digging your nails into the rug.

“M-merda, you feel so good.” He growls, his thrusts growing more frantic as his hands grip your hips. “C-cum again for me, agnellino. Cum on my cock.” He slips one hand beneath you, his thumb finding your clit and giving it a rough swipe. This is all it takes to tip you over the edge, your body trembling as he continues to roughly pound into you.

His body jerks, burying himself inside of you as he moans deeply. You can feel his cock throbbing as he cums, emptying himself. He holds you there for a moment, both of you catching your breath as you come down from your highs.

You find yourself getting comfortable against the rub, feeling soft against your cheek before he quickly flips you over. He pins you down by the shoulders, straddling you as he gets right in your face. His lips are pulled into a tight smile, his eyes shining down at you.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten how delicious you are, little lamb.” He says with a snarl before sinking his teeth into your neck. You are feeling too hazy, too overcome with sensations to fight back. Your visions start to blur, slowly drifting away into the night.

Your eyes open slowly as they adjust to the darkness. You find yourself under a blanket with your head in the vampire’s lap. He is absent-mindedly stroking your hair with one hand while the other is holding your notebook open, reading glasses perched on his nose.

“H-hey, that’s mine…” You lift your head weakly, shifting in his lap. He looks down at you in amusement and moves the notebook out of your reach. He is now gently caressing your cheek with his thumb as his eyes shine down on you.

“Little lamb, you are so very sleepy.” His voice sounds so smooth, so soft, like it’s singing you back to sleep.

Your eyes grow heavy again as you gaze up at him, resting your head back into his lap. You realize that his hands are bare, the coldness of them coupled with the heat coming from the fireplace is the perfect combination of coziness. He continues to coo more sleepy encouragements until you drift back into slumber.

The next time you wake up, you’re outside, seated on the front porch of the manor with your head leaning against one of the posts. You are clutching your notebook as you slowly wake up incredibly confused.

Climbing to your feet, you look inside one of the front windows. The foyer is completely trashed, broken glass and wood scattered throughout. You take a step back, letting out a small sigh.

“It was a dream.”

You don’t know whether you are disappointed or relieved that what happened had all been in your head. The air is cold on your cheeks as your gravel crunches beneath your feet. Before reaching your car, you turn to take one last look at the manor. It stands silently, cold and dark.

Empty.

You thumb the pages in your notebook as you turn back to your car before your finger catches on something. You flip open to the page and your blood runs cold. Written in immaculate cursive on the page is:

A candle casting a faint glow

You and I see eye to eye

Can you hear the thunder?

How can you hear the thunder that's breaking?

Now there is nothing between us

From now our merge is eternal

Can't you see that you're lost?

Can't you see that you're lost without me?

-iii

You turn around once again, eyes falling to the manor. For a brief moment, you think about going back inside.

#terzo x reader #i know i know #it's a very generic fic title but!!! it makes sense!#terzo #ghost fanfic #ghost fan fiction #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #mdni #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader

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fishwithtitz · 8 months

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I guesstimated on the lengths for each size, so don’t shoot me, lol.

@copias-juicebox and I are curious!!!

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years

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When You Wake Up

Terzo Fluff trade (SFW) for the amazing @inf3stissumam 💗

-Terzo x Reader

-reader is not described and no particular pronouns used so everyone can enjoy a self insert ☺️

Also available on AO3. Asks and requests are open. For Commission hit me up (on that site that looks like a heart mug, user copiousloverofcopia)!

Hope you all like it 😊

The room is pitch black and quiet, and the peaceful embrace of silence having finally overcome you. As the night settled in, you had fallen asleep waiting. It had been a very long week while Terzo was out traveling to promote the band’s upcoming tour.

For months leading up to this recent trip, you were always by this side. Every practice, every meeting, every argument between him and Secondo about how things should go–all of it. You grew accustomed to being on his arm through it all. The memories of him belting out lyrics to his new songs as he serenaded you in your bedroom were your constant companions while he was away. You were ever so proud of him.

The new album was something he worked so hard on, his need to prove himself to his family and the church weregreat. He had poured his soul into it. Terzo was so excited to share it with the world. To show them that Papa Emeritus the Third was a man of virtuosity and charisma. Your Papa was someone worthy of their admiration.

So when he told you he would be leaving soon, it had come as no surprise, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. There would be more nights like this. Terzo would only be home a few short days before the tour would begin. You were going to have to get used to the emptiness in the bed the two of you shared.

Without you knowing it a couple more hours had passed and you were out like a light, laying in bed. You were awakened by the sound of your books, you had used to distract yourself, tumbling off the side to the floor. The noise startled you, making you flinch. “Oh no, I am sorry I woke you. I was trying my best to let you sleep.” Terzo said, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.

The sound of his voice in the darkness, soft and musical, like the gentle strum of a guitar–intoxicating. It brought you such relief knowing he was finally home. "I am sorry I am so late, the ghouls were a handful getting through airport security….it was a lot, I won't bore you with the details–Omega may have bitten someone, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway, my love, again I am sorry to have awakened you.

“It’s ok, I must have fallen asleep waiting–” you began, Terzo's brows furrowing at your words.

“Waiting? Tesoro, I told you not to wait up for me.” he sighed, turning the lamp on the bedside table on. Terzo smiled, seeing you laying there, the dimly lit room illuminating your shape under the sheets. He climbed over you to place the gentlest of kisses on your forehead. Deeply inhaling as he did, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose for the first time in days. He was just as happy to see you. He laid down, nestled up next to you beneath the covers, his elbow bent and his head resting in his hand.

“I know you said not to, but I couldn’t help it. How am I going to get through this? I can’t stand it. Every second that has passed without you herethese last few days has been torture. How am I going to make it through an entire tour?” you asked him, your eyes glossing over with unshed tears.

“It is not forever, tesoro. I will be home after a few weeks. You know I will always come home to you.” he reassured you. You smiled back at him, knowing he meant every word that left his lips. His word had always been his bond and for you of all people, his candor fully on display.

“I know.” you sniffled, him pressing his lips into a tight smile. He could tell it was hard on you. It wasn’t the same for him, not because he didn’t long for you just as much as you did him, but because he would get so engrossed in his commitments to Ghost and to the Ministry that he didn’t get the luxury of dwelling on anything else. He pulled you closer to him in the bed, holding you in his arms.

He was warm and you could hear his heart beating within his chest. A crescendo, sounding off as you nuzzled closer to him. His embrace was unlike any other. You melted into those strong arms holding you and the softness of his lips, as he gently kissed the bare skin of your shoulder, flooded you with happiness.

His chest hair tickled your nose, Terzo chuckled watching the sensation making you twitch. You giggled right along with him, the tender moment between the two of you sending your heart soaring. He brought his fingertips up to your jawline, pulling you to face him. He wanted you to look into his mismatched eyes, to see the sincerity in the words he would begin to speak.

“Listen to me. I want you to know something…you're ready to listen, si?" He asked you. His tone was reassuring, making you feel comforted and protected. In his arms you were safe.

"Uh huh." you agreed, smiling at him through your tears. He smiled back, wiping them from your cheek, his fingers grazing along the side of your face.

"I adore you above all things, tesoro. There is nothing that could keep me from coming home to you. My entire world is right here in this room." he vowed, his soulful eyes staring deeply into yours.

“I just want to be with you, please stay here with me as long as you can. I'm so afraid to fall asleep. What if I fall asleep and wake up to you being gone–gone all over again. I need more time with you.” you cried.

Terzo had been trying hard not to, but your undying love and devotion to him in your eyes along with how beautiful you were took over. He kissed you fully on your lips–pure serenity the feeling of him there. The moment, a bit bitter sweet, but one you were grateful to have. When you pulled away to face him once more you were overcome with emotion. You buried your face into the crook of his shoulder and his embrace surrounded you.

“Shhhh…that is not going to happen. You rest now, tesoro, I will be here when you wake up.”

#terzo #terzo x reader #ghost fluff #sfw #nongender specific reader #ghost fan fics #ghost #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #ao3 writer #ao3 #ren writes

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thatoddboy · 11 months

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Just a Man

Be nice to me, I haven't written fan fic in like 15 yrs and I wrote this in one go. No proofread, we die like Nihil.

Rated T, MDNI! Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader, Identity Issues, undescribed sexual contact. Under the cut for length

"What's your name?"

The question catches him off guard. He can barely hear it over the pounding of the music around him, the base deep enough to vibrate his rib cage even as he leans against the bar. He can't remember its name - he's in some city somewhere, another blur of the tour, and he barely remembers its name either. It doesn't matter, he doesn't get to decide where they go and who they play for, even if he's supposed to be the most powerful man in the Ministry.

It's a joke. It doesn't matter how many Siblings practically worship him, his name chanted on their lips like a prayer, it didn't matter how many Grammys he wins or how much attention he gives the Church. He's a puppet, a pawn with a shiny crown calling himself King. A marionette, a pretty little thing to parade around until someone else came along.

But here? In this bar? In this city he doesn't even remember the name of, without his paints or his robes, a contact lens turning his white eye the same green as its brother, he is not Papa. He is not Terzo, a thing to be worshipped, flaunted, fawned over.

And if he isn't that, who is he?

There was a name before. It had barely been a year since his ascension but it seems like another lifetime. The name on his mother's lips, soft and affectionate; the name his brothers snapped at him when he misbehaved; that slipped off the lips of lovers sweet like honey.

"What's your name?" you ask again, louder, pulling him back to the bar. He must seem like a fool, staring at you, but you're smiling, your eyebrow raised questioning. There's interest there, yes, but it's not the same as the others - the ones who throw themselves at his feet, their devotion practically burning through them, so intense it frightens him sometimes.

Here he is not Papa. He's just another man.

He smiles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he reaches for your hand, kissing the soft skin. A name rolls off his tongue, smooth and silky, and his heart flutters when you repeat it. He buys the pair of you drinks, you talk, you say the name again and again, louder still when he finds himself in your bed, screamed into the night, whispered against his chest when he holds you after, and it feels like a weight is lifted off of him. He leaves before you wake, leaving just a note full of his affections. He is nothing if not a romantic, even now, even like this.

Just another man, a one night stand, and you'll never know any different.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #fan fic writing #terzo x reader

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gothdaddyissues · 1 year

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In The 20s

Prologue available on Ao3

or under the cut (~2000 words)

Thanks to @ramblingoak for the help and encouragement with this one!

SUMMARY: It's the mid-1920's and Prohibition is in full swing. The Emeritus family are the city's biggest gang headed by the aging godfather Papa Nihil. With a successful bootlegging business and a popular speakeasy known as The Church, Nihil's sons Primo, Secondo, and Terzo fight to maintain their spot at the top of the crime ladder. A rival gang has plans to put the old man out of business for good.

RATING: Mature for violence and language

TAGS: Copia, Terzo, Secondo, OC characters, violence, blood, swearing, illegal activities, Google Translate Italiano

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Copia took one last, long drag of his cigarette, the orange tip burning bright in the darkness. He savored the heat in his lungs before exhaling and flicking the butt into the river. It hit the water with a brief sizzle and disappeared into the murky waves below.

The sun would rise soon; the longer they stood here, the greater their chances of being seen. This was the worst part: the waiting. The uncertainty. Would their delivery arrive? Were they being watched? Would today be the day the police stopped them? It hadn’t happened yet, but there was always the chance. He wasn’t too worried - he knew they could handle any scenario. They were flexible. They had backup plans for their backup plans. That’s why they were kings in this town. But any fuck up meant they’d have to answer to Papa Nihil, and he’d rather spend the night in jail than deal with the miserable old bastard.

It was silent on the dock, the only sounds were the water lapping against the shore and the ‘tip-tap-tip-tap’ of Terzo’s shoes as he paced back and forth. Secondo lit another cigarette and sighed. Copia twirled his cane through his fingers in boredom. Their henchmen - their Ghouls - kept back next to the vehicles, Tommy guns at the ready.

“They’re late,” Terzo grumbled.

“They’ll be here,” Secondo replied calmly, “Just relax.”

“Are you sure? They’ve never been late before.” Terzo’s patience was wearing thin. He was the most anxious and hot-headed of the three Emeritus brothers, traits that were less than ideal as the heir apparent to his father’s empire.

“Give them until first light,” Copia suggested. “We’ll be too exposed if we stay past then.”

“Says the guy in the conspicuous white suit,” Terzo scoffed.

Copia rolled his eyes. “And who’s fault is that? You’re the one that dragged me right off stage the second the show ended and didn’t even give me a chance to change.”

“Shut up,” Secondo said, “Both of you.” He put his hand up to his ear. “Listen. They’re coming.”

The faint sound of a boat motor was drifting across the water, slowly getting louder as it steered closer. The engine misfired, chugging and struggling under the weight of its load. A light bobbed along the surface - a flashlight signaling morse code: short-long-long-short, long-short-long, long-long-short. PKG. Their cargo was arriving.

Secondo took out his pocket lamp and signaled back: long-short-long-short, short-short-long. CU. Message received. He laid the torch on the dock as an impromptu guidelight to help the boat across the choppy river water to the meeting spot.

The first rays of morning light we just breaking over the horizon when the tiny fishing boat finally arrived at the dock. One of the two men tossed the tie rope to Secondo so he could anchor them down.

“Sorry about the wait gents,” the other man said, “I think we overloaded ‘er and it slowed us down.”

“Worry not, my friends,” Terzo assured them, a stark contrast to his earlier annoyance. “As long as you’ve got the goods, everything’s peachy.” He motioned behind him for the Ghouls to come forward and help unload.

“We sure do!” the man said. With a crowbar in his hand, he began prying the lids of the wooden crates to show proof of their contents. “Three cases of the finest Canadian Club whisky, as requested. Two cases of English gin, and…” He saved the best for last. “A full case of French Champagne. I should have more of that in a week or two.”

Terzo beamed with delight. “Champagne! At last! I will take as much of it as you can get. You have outdone yourselves this time. Molto apprezzato!” He turned to Copia and held up two fingers. “Fetch the men their payment, won’t you? I think they deserve a little bonus.”

The boatmen lifted the crates up to the Ghouls waiting on the dock, who then carried each one to the truck parked nearby, while Copia went to the car and returned with two plain cloth bags filled with cash. Terzo took one bag and tossed it to the captain of the boat.

“Your fee, as agreed,” he said. “And…” He tossed the second bag to him as well. “Buy yourself a bigger boat. You’ve earned it.”

The man opened the bags and looked at the racks of bills within, stunned. “Jeepers! Thank you… thank you, sir!”

Terzo nonchalantly waved his hand, “Non è niente,” he smiled, “There’s more where that came from if you keep up the good work.”

“You got it, boss!”

The boat was quickly unloaded and Secondo unhooked the rope from its anchor post. “Now get gone, fellas. The sun’s coming up.”

“Yes sir, thank you, sir,” the man said as he started up the little boat’s motor, “See you next week.” He puttered away from the shoreline to start his journey back across the river to Canada.

With delivery complete and the truck loaded with bootleg liquor, Secondo told the Ghouls to head out. “Get this back to the Church. Quick, si?” The Ghoul in the driver’s seat nodded and the rest piled in for the ride.

Terzo watched the truck pull away, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as he turned to his companions. “Champagne, Copia! I can’t wait! I’m going to treat Evie to a bottle when we get back.” He sighed, blissful at the thought. “A good haul tonight. Papa will be happy.”

“Yes,” Copia said sarcastically, “So happy that you’re drinking his product and fucking his girl.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, eh?”

“The two of you will be in a world of hurt if he ever finds out,” Copia warned.

Terzo clapped Copia on the shoulder good-naturedly. “You worry too much, compagno. I have that senile old fart wrapped around my little finger. I can do no wrong. I’m his Golden Boy, his Chosen One…”

“You are a stronzo,” Secondo sneered, “C’mon, we need to get out of here. Andiamo.”

“Don’t be jealous, fratello,” Terzo laughed as the three men moved to make their way back to the car parked at the end of the dock. But they stopped in their tracks.

There, in front of their car, was a young police officer - very young - standing alone, his arm outstretched with a gun in his trembling hand. “S… St-st-stop, in the.. name of the law,” he stuttered.

All three men reached inside their coats, hands on the guns they wore concealed beneath.

“STOP!” the officer yelled. “I mean it!”

Terzo slowly pulled his hand out of his jacket and raised both of his hands in the air above him. “Oh no, fratellos! He means it! We’d best give ourselves up,” he mocked, before dissolving into laughter.

“Put the gun down, child,” Secondo said sternly, “You’re shaking like a leaf - you shoot that thing and you’ll hurt yourself more than you’d hurt one of us.”

“You’re just a fledgling, aren’t you? Lost here all by yourself,” Terzo observed, composing himself. He could see the sweat trickling down the young man’s forehead, his chest heaving with panting breath. “Do you even know who we are?”

“You’re… you’re the Emeritus Brothers,” the officer said, swallowing hard, “And I’m arresting you for illegal… um… importation! The illegal importation of alcohol.”

Terzo looked around him. “I don’t see any alcohol here. Do you?” he asked.

“I saw you bring it in on a boat and load it onto a truck.”

“What truck? There’s no truck here. You have no proof of anything. And no fellow officers with you to back you up. I’m afraid there’s not much you can do, pollo.” Terzo was just taunting him now. He slowly approached the officer, unafraid. “I’ll tell you what,” Terzo began softly, “You put your gun down, get back in your car, and drive away from this place. You never saw a thing, right? Here,” Terzo reached into his pocket and pulled out a $50 bill, which he tucked between the buttons of the officer’s coat, “Something for your trouble, yes? Go on… Take it.”

“I suggest you do what he says, boy,” Copia warned. “Leave while you can.”

The young man was shaking violently, almost sobbing. “You are in… violation of… of… The Volstead Act, and I’m… I’m…”

Secondo sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fuck this,” he muttered. He stomped forward and grabbed the officer’s gun hand, his gloved palm covering it completely. In one swift move, Secondo swept in behind him, bringing his other arm around the young man’s neck in a chokehold. The man gasped and whined as he was forced out onto the dock, closer and closer to the water, his toes dangling over the edge of the wooden boards. The only thing keeping him from falling in face first was Secondo’s grip.

“I told you, kid,” Copia said sadly, “Look what happens when you try to be a hero.”

Secondo took the man’s hand, the one holding the gun, and brought the barrel up against the man’s temple. “How did you find this place, huh? This is private property. Emphasis on private.”

“I… I was just driving by…” the officer wheezed, “And I saw…”

“Bullshit!” Secondo tightened his grip on the gun, placing his finger on the trigger. “You don’t just stumble on this place. Who told you? Who sent you?”

The young man squeezed his eyes shut, tears rolling down his cheeks. He shook his head but did not speak.

“Come on, bambino,” Terzo snarled, “Speak up!”

No response.

“How old are you, boy?” Secondo asked.

“Twen… Twenty-two,” the officer choked out.

“You’re just a baby, so much life ahead of you. Is this really how you want to go out? Hmmm? Protecting someone who sent you straight into the lion’s den?”

The officer would not relent. “It’s my duty… my duty to serve and protect. I’m arresting you…”

The two brothers exchanged looks. Terzo nodded tersely and stepped back. Copia knew what was coming - he felt pity for the young man, but there was nothing he could do now.

“Sorry about your luck, boy,” Secondo said, cold as ice. He pulled the trigger and the sound of the gunshot rang out in the crisp morning air.

Terzo stepped forward and pulled the bloody $50 bill out of the officer’s coat before Secondo let go of the lifeless body, sending it into the river with a sploosh. He tossed the gun in after it. The three men stood in the pale light, watching as the body sank toward the bottom in a perverse show of respect for the fallen.

“So,” Terzo said, handing a black handkerchief to his brother, “We’re either being spied on, or we have a rat. No way was he just passing by.”

Secondo wiped at the blood splattered across his face, nodding. “Either way, our whole operation is in jeopardy now.”

“Imperator’s gang?” Copia assumed.

“Has to be,” Terzo agreed. He looked out over the water at the sunrise, his rage simmering. “Papa does not hear about this until we figure out our next move, si? Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

Copia and Terzo began to head back to their waiting vehicle, but Secondo did not move. He stood silently on the dock for a few moments, his eyes closed. He reached up to the band of his hat and pulled out a folded piece of paper he kept there, a small lined sheet that had been torn out of a notebook. He produced a pencil from his inner coat pocket and added another tally mark to the dozens that were already there. One for each life he had taken in service of his father. He counted up the new total, even though he already knew the number. He always knew the number.

Secondo re-folded the paper and placed it back in his hat band as he walked to join the others. He gave Copia the once over as he passed him: “Looks like you’ve got a bit of a mess on you,” he pointed out.

Copia looked down and saw flecks of blood spattered over the front of his white suit jacket. “Ah, shit,” he swore.

Terzo chucked and handed the blood-stained $50 bill to Copia: “This should cover your cleaning bill, Piano Man.”

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost fan fic #ghost fanfiction #ghost fan fic AU #my fan fic #my fan fiction #copia #terzo #secondo

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her-satanic-wiles · 4 months

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Time Travel Prompt

This prompt was taken from Your Daily Writing Prompt on TikTok, and I had a lot of fun with it. There are no warnings, except a little bit of loneliness and sadness. But other than that, we're golden.

The prompt: POV: how it feels when you time ravel and accidentally encounter your younger self who you were trying to avoid so as not to mess up the space/time continuum.

What it actually turned out to be was you go back in time and find a lonely, baby Terzo playing all alone in his room.

When you opened your eyes, the violent ride had left your mind reeling, and you could feel the strange shift in the air as you left behind the comfortable surroundings of 2018. It was 1978, a simpler period before smartphones and the internet. You had no idea why you had come here or even how your mind had led you here, but since you only had a few hours until you had to leave, you might as well have a look around.

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 1 year

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thinking about the He Is music video and was wondering if I could request a drabble of terzo doing a baptism

Apologies that your order took some extra time! Looks like we're starting with dessert.

What turned out to be quite wholesome Terzo content below the cut. Don't worry, there'll be a spicy entrée (nsfw version) to follow.

The day had finally come. Your official initiation into the Ministry was about to be complete after weeks of putting so much of your time and energy into showing your devotion. It was about to pay off. Attendance at special events and rituals would be your reward for putting on the habit in service of the Dark Lord, which also happened to include some very private parties. Being a Sister of Sin came with plenty of perks, the first of them being a baptism by Papa Emeritus himself.

You’d seen Papa, yes, but you hadn’t personally met him yet. Every Papa has had their own allure, of course, but Emeritus III was the most handsome of the brothers. In your opinion, at least. You weren’t sure what to expect and that fact combined with what you knew about the currently appointed Papa made you even more nervous as the passing hours brought the sun lower in the sky.

It was time to get yourself ready. You pulled the light weight cotton robe over your head and fixed your hair in the mirror, your mind wandering in the silence. Papa III, Terzo as some elder Sisters called him, had a reputation for his unrivaled flirting abilities and coinciding charm. This was of course exciting as well as a bit nerve wracking. You hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him because you, like many others, quite fancied him.

After flinching slightly at the sound of a knock, you greeted the ghoul at your door and did as they instructed to follow them. It was what they call the golden hour, that time of day just before sunset was due to start when the light was its most beautiful. You were led to the small evergreen encircled lake on the Abbey’s property and even though you didn’t know what to expect, you didn’t think you’d be alone.

There was no one around; no clergy members, no Sister Imperator, no senior Sisters. When your ghoul escort took their leave, you were left alone, standing on the edge of the nearly perfectly still water aside from a warm, slight breeze rippling the surface. Your nerves settled a bit while you looked out over the lake, smiling slightly at the beauty of the view.

“Very nice, isn’t it?”

Your head quickly turned toward the sound of the voice coming from behind you and froze for a moment. You almost didn’t recognize him at first. Papa approached you, his paint the same as always, but he was wearing a pink collared shirt with a bright white vest and matching slacks, aviator sunglasses hanging from his pocket. It was such a stark contrast to his usual black attire.

“I- it- y-yes it is,” you scrambled to answer.

“Sorry to sneak up on you like that, sorella,” he apologized, reaching out to gently take your hand.

You’d never been this close to him before and couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. From a distance they were captivating, but up close, they were mesmerizing.

“It’s, uh, it’s ok!” You blinked and tried to focus somewhere other than on his eyes. “I wasn’t expecting, um, just us.” Your face heated up as soon as the words left your mouth and you scrambled to add, “Not that I mind that!”

His mouth quirked up into a smile and he hummed a small chuckle through his nose before answering, “Va bene, sorella…” He paused to bring your hand to his lips and kissed it, keeping it held in both of his afterwards. “You are the only initiate today. They said to wait until next month when there are more, but I say no, a private baptism it will be. So, I do not mind either.”

Your heart was in your throat by the time he finished speaking, but a wide smile was still stuck on your face. “Thank you… Papa.”

“Vero,” he answered with a wider smile, his eyes on yours. “Are you ready?”

The reason you were out here in the first place came rushing back to you, blinking out of your trance, and you quickly answered with a nod, “I’m ready.”

His eyes, his voice, his cologne, the warmth of his hand; it all overwhelmed your senses and left you feeling like you were floating on air while you followed him to the water’s edge. Papa looked back at you after taking his shoes and socks off to step into the water, offering you his hand. A little shiver ran down your back and you kicked your shoes off to join him, taking his outstretched hand before taking a step into the water.

“Oh! I was expecting it to be cold…”

“Lucky for us, this lake is fed by warm springs. Fire and brimstone. Seems quite fitting, no?”

You both chuckled before he laid his free hand gently on your back, ready to steady you if you slipped. The breeze was soft on your skin while you treaded through the water together, laughing again when Papa almost fell as you reached where the water was waist high.

“You almost took me down with you!” you chuckled after he regained his balance.

“Unintentional, I promise! That is not how this usually works.”

Laughter echoes through the air again before he takes both of your hands in his and guides you to stand in front of him. “Now, this is how this works. Stand with your shoulder to my chest, your arms however they are comfortable, and I will dip you backward into the water, sì?”

You’d spent all day being nervous about meeting Papa and hadn’t even thought about the actual baptism until now. You swallowed thickly and nodded, doing your best to hide some emerging anxiety.

“Don’t worry, cara mia,” he assured you. “I’ve got you.”

His expression was sincere and open, conveying a sense of ease that relaxed you enough to step closer, turning your right side toward him. He brought his arm across your back to gently but securely hold your left shoulder. Whether it was intentional or reflexive, or both, you weren’t sure, but you swiftly grabbed his free hand and held it. Papa smiled and brought your clasped hands up against his chest, pausing there.

“This is not intended to cleanse you or purify you. You do not need to be saved or absolved of anything. It is about trust and connection, something we experience together.”

Your brow lifted and you stared at him while his words sank in. You joined the Ministry in an effort to be more comfortable in yourself and accept yourself as you are. Hearing this from Papa along with everything you’d been a part of so far made you even more sure in your decision.

You nodded and answered softly, “I trust you, Papa.”

His smile grew and he brought his hand up from your shoulder to gently support the back of your neck, the other letting go of yours to hold your waist before he said, “Deep breath for me, cara mia.”

A deep breath pulled into your lungs, and you held it as he steadily tipped you backwards. Contrary to what your instincts would have you do, your body relaxed against his hold. The warmth of the water welcomed you while you plunged into it, still able to feel his hands holding you. A moment after it enveloped you, you were lifted back up above the surface to take a new breath as water dripped down your face.

Your eyes opened to see his soft smile and a laugh bubbled out of you. “We did it! That wasn’t so scary.”

“Yes, you did it!” He laughed with you. “How do you feel?”

You smiled back at him then looked down at your soaked robe clinging to your every curve with a slight chuckle. “Happy, accomplished, and… sexy?”

His deep laugh made your smile grow and he took your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles, his eyes trained on yours when he replied, “Buona, this is perfect.”

“Trust, connection, and sexiness, huh?” you giggled.

“The basis of my ideology.”

You laughed again while he grinned before the two of you began to make your way back to land, your hand held in his.

“I see you looking at my crotch, sorella!” he feigned incredulousness with a grin as you approached the water’s edge.

“I see you looking at my tits, Papa, so we’re even!”

He snorted a laugh, not even attempting to refute that. Once you reached the shore, he helped you out of the water. His expression changed to a more serious look while he blinked at you in the fading light, causing you to stay still where you were with butterflies in your stomach.

“There is one more thing, cara mia…”

“Yes, Papa?”

His smile returned and he asked, “Are you free same time tomorrow?”

#ghost fanfiction #ghost fan fics #anonymous request #papa emeritus iii #terzo

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Challenge!!! Evil this time. Special was Terzo's lover when he was alive. When Terzo died Special continued helping out the band. He can't help but see his old lover in the new innocent Cardinal and uses him to fill a void.

@plasma-ghoull and I both have written version of his exact same prompt just for funsies. Please go read theirs too <3 <3

He should feel guilty. He's aware of it. Knows that every late-night trip through the dark abbey halls is done for the wrong reasons. Terzo's ghost follows him every step of the way. Follows him everywhere. To morning and midnight masses. To dinner. To bed. It stands in the shadows and watches him. He will never be free from him. The only time he doesn't feel like he's being stalked by his past, by what he's lost, is when he's in Copia's room. He doesn't know why that is. That would involve taking hold of his grief and really looking at it. And he can't do that. Isn't even willing to try no matter how many times the other ghouls tell him to. Aether keeps trying to pull him aside and tell him that he just needs to talk to someone. Talking will help. The idea of talking about it makes Special feel like he's turning himself inside out. So, instead, he pads down the hallways in the middle of the night and slips into Copia's room. The cardinal is almost always awake. He's high-strung, panicked. He doesn't look like he's had a good night's sleep in his life. But when Special's done with him they both sleep. So, he feels like maybe he's doing the cardinal a favor. They're each getting something out of it. Special is cramming the cardinal into the Terzo-shaped hole in his heart, and Copia finally gets some rest. It's fine. Good. Mutually beneficial. So what if sometimes when Copia is on his knees in front of him, Special almost forgets he isn't Terzo. It doesn't matter. If he closes his eyes and just listens to the sounds Copia makes, it's almost like Terzo has come back to him. It isn't always that easy. Copia doesn't feel like Terzo. His body is different. More pudge around his hips, his belly, his thighs. He smells different too. But under the uniqueness of scent, all Humans smell like Humans. He clings to that. Latches on to whatever he can. It isn't enough, not really. Copia isn't Terzo. Terzo exuded confidence. He told Special what he wanted, told him where to go. How to move. He was sure, always, even in situations where he shouldn't have been. Copia is so much more pliant. Accepting. He acts like he doesn't know what he likes, tells Special to show him. Asks for pleasure in broad terms instead of specific instructions. Copia is unsure, shakey, reverent in a way that Terzo did not allow himself to be. So when Copia looks at him like he's the only star in the sky. Special balks, hard. It's like a slap to the face. They're laying side by side in Copia's bed. Special's heart still hammering. Copia looks over at him and heaves a dreamy sigh that makes every muscle in Special's body go taught.

Oh fuck. Copia reaches for him, he rests his hand against Special's damp neck, cups his jaw against the length of his forefinger, his chin nestled into the space between it and his thumb. Copia's hands are soft, delicate. Special is hit with a wave of nausea. His stomach rolling over itself when it all suddenly crashes into him. Copia is not Terzo. He's nothing like Terzo. He's innocent and breakable, and about to be ground to dust under the weight of what Special has done to him all these months. Because Copia is looking at him like he's about to confess something. And if Special doesn't get out right now he's going to puke all over Copia's expensive sheets.

He pushes away, more forcefully than he should, wrenching his head out of Copia's grasp and practically throwing himself off the bed. Stumbling as he catches himself. He grabs his clothes off the floor, he starts dressing like the room is on fire. Copia sits up, watching the ghoul fumble with his uniform pants. "What's going on, Caro?" "I have to go."

Copia tips his head. It's the middle of the night. Special never leaves. Special knows he doesn't have an explanation for what he's doing, he will fumble if Copia asks for an excuse.

But he doesn't, and maybe that's worse. "Oh," Copia's voice goes quiet. He drags his eyes away from Special as the ghoul finds his mask and fits it back over his face. Blocking them off from each other. "I see."

"It's fine. I just--I need--"

"Just go," Copia waves him off. "I know I'm not him. I was foolish to hope maybe I could be better." The words send a flash of agony through Special. It almost doubles him over. This realization. This sudden understanding that Copia knew, somehow, what all of this was really about. That he'd hoped that maybe Special would come around. That he could really make him forget Terzo, replace him in every way. Special finishes dressing in silence, avoiding Copia's gaze when it darts to him.

He walks toward the door, he waits for Copia to say something, anything. But when he looks back Copia is just looking at him, his face drawn, torn. He looks his age like this. Special spares him one last glance before he opens the door. He shouldn't say the words grating at his tongue, but he does anyway. He can't help it. "It's not your fault. No one will ever be better than him."

#comet writes #plasma #ficlet #request #special x copia #special ghoul #special/copia #copia/special #terzo/special #special/terzo #angst #hurt and no comfort #ghost fic #cardinal copia #ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #ghost fan fic #unedited

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stressghoul · 2 years

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no but have u ever made yourself cry by just the PLANS of a fanfic? bc that is a new kind of pain for fuck sake i am not okay

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa iv #copia #cardinal copia #terzo #papa iii #meliora #square hammer #tobias forge #fan fic #ghost fan fic

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zombiequeenblog · 11 months

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hey, dear! how are you?

I've been missing a certain sadistic and glorious cardinal... are you continuing that story? either way, you have my support. you are such a great writer!

lots of love

Oh, I’m so glad you’ve been missing him, even as I apologize! I am maybe halfway through writing the next one, I’m sorry it’s taking forever 😩 Thank you so much for reaching out, it gives me great pleasure to know that others are eager for more. I am not done with the escapades at the abbey, still having too much fun writing out my favourite characters. I hope to finish the latest chapter somewhat soon (though I don’t even have a title picked out yet lol)

Thank you so much!

#sadglo #sadistic and glorious bastard #cardinal copia #mouse #Terzo #band ghost fan fic

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gamblershand · 2 years

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A.U // Listen, I simply love the idea of Terzo returning from the dead. Not to "take his rightful place on the throne" of the Clergy. Not to "lead them to glory." No. It's out of selfish, resentful, bitter, anger.

He was never blind to the corruption of the Clergy. Their church holds a black mirror to their sibling institution. It's for that very reason that Terzo first took interest in Futurism. He believed they were living in the past with dreams of future glories. Their arms outstretched while they remained shackled to an image no longer applicable in this day and age. He presented existential questions to his peers and following: is life without god is a good thing? Is it worth finding purpose through a god who hates you back? In the absence of god, which lamb becomes the lion of the pack?

His ideology caused conflict within the institute, and burned him. Icarus fell with blackened feathers to the ground.

It's not lost on him the humor behind the deal he made for his return.

The devil is laughing at him.

#terzo emeritus #emeritus iii #your local ghoul friend 👻 ooc #hilarious that this was my ooc tag before I even knew about this band #how many people will be confused that my name is 'Ghost' and I'm a fan of the band 'Ghost'?#who came first? The chicken or the egg?#I also have a headcanon about what his real first name is #and won't lie I took it from a gothic au fic someone wrote and it grew on me #Terzo isn't his name but he will answer to it #religion cw #terrible news. I'm taking this seriously as a lover of the occult and fully believing #that an institute like this could exist #I mean I love the He.llblazer franchise and He.llboy. Like of course I'm into this #And yeah I'm treating it just as seriously as those franchises <3

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revelisms · 2 months

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Writing Pattern Game!

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! (from most recent to least recent, starting from the top)

Thank you @ren-144p for the tag! 🖤

Going off a mix of some of the things that have popped up on here recently (which are largely untitled) and my "formally" (?) published things on AO3.

1. Primo & Terzo Ficlet

The hall echoes around the pincher’s thunk-thudding steps like a cavernous wallow: frigid and endless and lonely, as always.

2. Copia Ficlet

Copia has always been a shy one—ever since he had the gall to put words to his tongue, could lace his boots and toss a cap on his head and pull on a thrush of dark wool—but, oh, does he love the ones who aren’t.

3. Terzo Character Study (this thing is...one giant run-on sentence basically lmao, but here's the first chunk)

Thinking about Terzo to the tune of Father Lucifer, and Dancing With a Ghost, and Portrait of a Dead Girl: A son shackled by expectation, but never shining so brightly as he did on those stages; who piecemealed love from sex and sex from heartbreak and heartbreak from anger, and who grieved a little boy he never was but could have been; who copied his father’s paints, and sang for his mother’s leer, and called his eldest brother Nonna not as a tease, but because he was the closest he could claim;

4. flowerbeds — Secondo & Terzo ficlet

Jasmine clots the veins of roil-fielded memories: a taste of childhood, of sheep’s wool, of sour cigarettes, of touring vans and rattled wheels and guitar strings bloodied on his fingers—and he is ancient-boned and weary, as he has always been, but does he remember it.

5. blood roses — Terzo character study

It’s a dance, this life—that, he learns soon enough.

6. in-progress Papa III x OC fic

Across the spotless gloss of her desk, Sister Imperator's smile stretches: a bloody slash in a white-walled room.

7. creator, brother, son — Terzo (and somewhat Nihil) character study

Don’t you want to be— (what what what, darling?) —mirror to some piece of this: moon-slash of his wretchedness, recklessness, fawning fingers pleasure-peaked sharp-tongued wickedness— (why why why, darling?) —hair slicked back and smile perfect.

8. a song for you — TamaHaru oneshot

It starts softly—a low humming of voices and breaths that echoes off age-weathered stones: contralto, baritone, tenor, soprano: ebbing like a pianist's solo against a murmuration of gilded strings—and builds.

9. shadows — Vi & Silco ficlet

There’s something she will not admit—not in the heartbeat of his steps, the vulture-silhouette shark-teethed smoke-rotted shadow, the humor that gristles dry as bone and bites at any mind not sharp enough to follow—that stands as something of a reminder, of a memory, of a man she loved and loathes.

10. Original prose poem

You crack a window to your heart and let in a draft.

I tag @frostybearpaws @karnaca @ravenkinnie and whoever else would like to join!

#tagging game #writing #fic excerpt #the band ghost #arcane #ohshc #the obvious pattern that sticks out: terzo has a goddamn chokehold on me #I...really only open up with a single sentence or a full truck of words huh (and there is like NO in-between lmao)#big fan of em dash and colon punctuation in this household

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prophetofthesufferpuppets · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Papa Emeritus III/Original Female Character(s), Papa Emeritus II/Original Female Character(s), Papa Emeritus I/Original Female Character(s), Papa Emeritus IV/Original Female Character(s), Nameless Ghoul(s)/Original Female Character(s), Cardinal Copia/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Papa Emeritus I, Papa Emeritus II, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus IV, Cardinal Copia, Nameless Ghoul(s) Additional Tags: Mild Smut Series: Part 3 of Unholy Threadwork Summary:

I want to make this man a coat. And probably a vest.

#papa terzo #Ghost #The Prophet writes bad fan fic

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her-satanic-wiles · 7 months

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Welcome to my masterlist!

Commissions are open!

My future plans (Available to Bishops and higher, all are commissionable if you want to read them faster.)

All my fics, unless stated otherwise, are 18+. So please proceed with caution, and minors do not interact.

If it has a red DF, it means it's dark fiction, and you should heed the trigger warnings. I would actually recommend to people 21+.

If it has a blue S, it means the work is sapphic.

If it has a purple A, it means the work is achillean.

If it has a green GN, it means the reader is gender neutral.

If it has a pink PS, it means the reader is plus size.

No bound copies, translations, or other derivative works of these fics may be created or distributed without express permission from the author, for monetary gain or public use.

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Series

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One shots

Titfucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS “Earthly Delight” by @thew0man ART

Glory Hole, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Pregnancy, (Kinktober 2023)

Series

Divine Desires [COMING SOON] PS

You grew up in the Catholic Church as the daughter of a very powerful Cardinal. However, in your early adulthood, the reigning Pope dies, and the title falls to your father. You learn, as the daughter of a Catholic official, that there are two sides to every story. This lesson is taught by your Satanic counterpart, who does his fair share of opening your eyes to the world around you.

One shots

Hate Sex, (Catholic!Reader) (Kinktober 2023) ⛧ Part 2

Public Sex, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Lupercalia

Bejewelled

Series

Coming soon...

One shots

Collaring, (Kinktober 2023)

Medical Play, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Thigh Fucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Cardinal Copia) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Teratophilia, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+) PS

Time Travel Prompt (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble)

Outdoor Sex (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN

Series

Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)

After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.

Lost in Translation ⛧ Masterlist

As the newly appointed Cardinal Copia struggles with the weight of a looming prophecy, a resilient scholar challenges the narrative, uncovering a conspiracy that reaches beyond the walls of the Ministry. The emergence of a forbidden love ignites a rebellion against a power-hungry Sister, whose thirst for control threatens to reshape the very foundations of the Church. Will the revelation of those schemes lead to liberation or plunge the Ministry into chaos?

One shots

Pegging (Kinktober 2023) GN

Praise Kink, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Olfactophilia, (Kinktober 2023)

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Papa Emeritus III) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Free Use, (Kinktober 2023)

Midnight Surveillance DF (21+)

Succin the Ghocc (Ko-fi exclusive drabble)

Tulips and Daisies

Series

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One shots

Dubcon, (Fan roleplay) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Orgasm Denial (Kinktober 2023)

Deepthroating & Face Sitting (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Mary "Piss Boy" Goore PS

Era 3

Alpha

Series

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One shots